A Glimmer Of Its Son

I see the landscape of my home,the state in which I’ve grown up,a boy, a manand in a sense a child again.because I had to,to see with wonder,to reach with curiosity,to love just to loveand nothing wanted in return.

but now with grace,but now with gratitude,and now I stand humbledin the shadows of ancestorson the horizon of what follows,why did I ever turn my backon such a beautiful past?

I am not the oceanI am the glimmer of its sonIt has raised me onceand I’d gladly do it againfor it is not just my historyIt has always been my home